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Even without a garden.

 

We could grow things.

 

Growing plants.

 

Growing nice plants

 

Growing creation.

 

Even in a lockdown.

 

With a hand of seeds.

 

Seeds, seeds, seeds.

 

Tiny wee seeds.


 

Lavender seeds.

 

All needed was Sun.

 

Feburuary to March

 

Lockdown had begun

 

So put the seeds -

 

Cold into the fridge.

 

Waiting for Spring

 

Waiting for the Sun.

 

March to April

 

Still in Lockdown.

 

Spring had come.

 

Lavender seeds

 

Out of the cold.

 

Onto the windowsill

 

Into empty joghurt pots.

 

Sprinkling some water.

 

Lockdown everywhere

 

Water sunshine seeds

 

Starting to create a life

 

A life of Lavenders.

 

Just waiting on the sill

 

Waiting in the joghurt 

 

Waiting for the Sun

 

As you wake to see

 

To see if they sprout.

 

Each morning.

 

To the Windowsill.

 

Each morning.

 

To the joghurt pots.

 

To seed the seedlings

 

To sprinkle water.

 

To sprinkle words.

 

Lockdown still continues.

 

Paris- Belfast - London

 

But we are happy.

 

Happy with our wee world.

 

Happy with creation.

 

Happy with our selves

 

Happy.

 

April to May.

 

This lockdown 2020

 

Lavender seeds.

 

Popping up their heads.

 

Popping to say hello.

 

Alive on the windowsill

 

Alive in the four walls

 

Alive in your house.

 

New lives created.

 

Spring creation.

 

Bringing Joy.

 

Bringing Life 

 

Bringing colour.

 

Bringing Hope.

 

All is good in Lockdown.

 

As Spring ends.

 

May to June

 

Lockdown continues.

 

Summer has begun.

 

2020 in collective captivity.

 

Yet there is freedom.

 

Freedom on the windowsill

 

Movement of the leaves.

 

The lavender seedlings.

 

Have grown.

 

Enough to see them flitter.

 

Potential to soon blossom.

 

Potential to give hope.

 

Each morning as we greet.

 

Each morning to just  linger.

 

Linger at the joghurt pots

 

Where the Lavender smiles.

 

Indeed there is blossom.

 

Blossoming Lavender

 

Here on the windowsill.

 

From just a few wee seeds

 

Here we have the Lavender.


 

Growing and giving.

 

Sharing Lockdown.

 

All is good.

 

Lavender.

 

Peaceful.

 

All is good.














 

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